Just got the call I’ve been waiting for all weekend. I have been offered a full time position at the school. I have gladly accepted. I’m not sure I can really express this happiness, but here goes.
See, for quite some time now I had worked part time at a local university. Dumb luck stumbled into the position. It was part time, and the schedule was relatively flexible. That was great in the beginning when I was a student, and it became even greater with arrival of children. It helped me be there to handle things while Cin was at work.
It was mentioned that allergies can eventually crop up from handling the animals. I thought I had seasonal allergies, but I’ve come to realize I had the allergies from the start. They finally got so bad that Cin woke me up one morning at 3 AM thanks to a distinct lack of breathing on my part. An inhaler later, and I’m informing my boss of a need to find something else. Much alas and sorrow, but I got a kick-ass reference all the same. Still email her, even.
I began filing resumes and applications with some of the local school districts. Before my rather lengthy break from college (still in it) I had amassed enough credits as well as a two year degree which qualifies me for substitute teaching and teacher’s assistant positions.
But I have no experience with doing such. Sure, I volunteered with the various age group youth at the UU church we used to go to, but that didn’t quite translate over. What did was the fact that I had essentially worked the Custodian Level One position for fourteen years. The lab required we do all our own in-house cleaning, to keep the number of different people coming in and out.
Hang with me, I getting to the end of all this. I landed a custodian position, part time. That was fine. It was in the evening, which was also fine until I realized I was seeing the Girls. I would drop them off at school in the morning, pick them up in the afternoon, and then have to head on to work. By the time I would get home they would be in bed. This sucked. Big Time.
But soon that will change. I will be back on days. I will see my Girls in the afternoon and once again be there to help with homework. Dinner. Baths and Bed. And Beyond.
One last thing, I think I’m using this the way most people use Twitter. From the counter just below I’ve used more words than they allow for mere characters. I think that sums up my issue with Twitter. Later!